Back to the Drawing Board (Zealots Freestyle)

"This is my family, I found it all on my own. It's little and broken but still good. Yeah, still good."

[Tabs]
Once again, seems like Ground Hogs Day man
Feel like I been here before

Been back to the drawing board, so many times I'm born to draw
The storm is forming, pouring I'm scouring what's more important
My pride's like I'm amazed at all the torture you're enduring
Liquor apart often, my [?port?] organs are more than mourning
This is equivalent to the miracles the Lord's performing
Fuck 4 in the morning, walls enduring on pure endorphins
That which leaves you in awe, is what I call appalling
There's no formula or form of scoring to recall the fall, they all are falling
I was born for brawling, before walking, before crawling
I was George Foreman giving a poor sportsman's forewarning
The only way I was caught balling, have my paws on a Spalding
So everything I got I either brought or I fought clawing
I wake up before morning, start mourning on the fallen
Y'all asleep, awful snoring, thank the Lord that I brought my Walkman
?? ?? with polls out my paws scolding
No time to stall the pause cuz I can hear the calls calling
Ponderous thoughts like Walden, only your thoughts are walled in
You may of bought them all but my morals are more than you're affording
You're short unsorted trash hoarded by some small ass trash talking whore that would sell it all for the fortune
I'm all of the horsemen of Four Winds, hell's spawn swordsman
War vision mortician, I brought the coffins
When it comes down to it y'all are boring
So I pry my brain cells open to escape these bars, call the warden

[Think 2wice]
Give um the warning call, let um know, we swarming over wars
I said my staff is like condom broke in half, we more than sort of raw
We stabbing like a sword in y'all
Rapping wanting more applause
To snap it with the purest rawest form of rap you ever saw
Thought I was better off with what I was used to usually
I used the flow my usual is writing you a eulogy
But now I see my future goals, they're closer than what they use to be
So cut my arms off, the speech is what I use to reach
I'm sick of the movie scene depicted by fruity dudes who seem they ain't picked up a cutie seen since Snoop had gin and juice to drink
Since watching Looney Tunes and Hoops was all I use to think
I mean you got to be kidding me for any proof that you ain't proven sweet
You get your pick I bet it moves into a moving screen
The vision of you blurred by what you say and how you truly seem
It's too extreme, the abusiveness I tend to see
It spreads from all the ?? like how the coaches do at Tennessee
The pen to me is like a friend I met that's meant to be
I tend to get so mentally extended within the energy
And send um a threat and I'm betting there's no way in hell that they'll forget the team
If you forgot well then let me jog your memory
It's Dead Rabbits bitch, I know that you remember
Coming from the newest member, number one until forever
Motherfuck whoever thought they were doing this shit better
Cuz we always hold it down, January through December